Real Tears

I cry real tears
It's all look like this
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I cry real tears
Bro, them dead and gone, stuck in a cell, I ain't seen them in some years
Living life without my dead friends, I swear I hate it here
Posted in that red zone, feel like I might die out here
Stuck inside this war zone, I gotta get out of here
Always there when they need me
Always show up, meet them, they ain't never there
Seen I was ready to die, I was tryna OD, couldn't get no fucking help
Seen all the drugs I was taking, but someone say, but ain't nobody cared
Said you'll be right there whenever I need you, then you just up and left
If heaven had a block I can go sit on, I'd tell bro: Take me there
Ain't seen my dogs in a minute since they been gone
Hope I see them all right there
Just send a location
I'll be on the way right now to get dropped off right there
All the problems and trauma I'm facing
It'll make a real nigga wanna fucking yell
Tired of this weird-ass place
I need some space, I just wanna disappear
Suicide on my mind, keep telling me do it
It's demons all in my ear
I wish Book was alive, can't believe he dead
He always watch my rear
Why the fuck he had to go so far away?
I wish he was somewhere near
At night I cry alone, gun in my hand and at my Glock, I stare
Running from death so long
Got tired of running, I done ran out of breath
I be crying out for help when I make these songs
But people be acting so fucking deaf
Gave everything I had every single time
Now I feel I got nothing left
Nigga, we murder for real, fuck nigga, we'll take it there
Nigga, we wrap shit up and stomp on shit
These fuck niggas know we stepped
Earned so many stripes, besides, I feel like I was a fucking ref
Got rank on my block, let a fuck nigga play
I'm one of the ones get him out of here
I'll never take the stand on a nigga or tell on a nigga
I'd rather take the fucking chair
Always raise my hand when it's time to spin
I'm the type nigga volunteer
Shot-calling in Cleveland balling
Running these plays like I was a Cavalier
See this big-ass FN on me, this gen'll knock down a fucking bear
Long live Tiy'rek, when you died
I cried like damn because your kind was rare
Long live Ro, I miss your soul, I swear it's like shit don't be fair
Visions blurry for a while, I got red eyes
They ain't helping me see shit clear
Long live Main, I'd bust a nigga brain about you
And he no longer here
Had to ride out last night, fuck
I got on a flight tryna find my pops in the air
I'm so damaged, somehow still managed to keep on going, but it's karma now
Nigga, we going on a drill
Better bust your gun 'cause I'm shooting off the rip
I got my FN on me, it's under my arm, I ain't pulling shit off my hip
Nigga had told on the gang
That shit so lame, we used to talk, loose lips sink ships
Catch me a nigga on the road
Tryna take him a ride and shoot his ass off the cliff
Was mad as fuck my gun had jammed
Shot shit, he supposed to got zipped
Left out the house with a Curry, little 30
Same night came back with an empty clip

Demons walking, nighttime they calling
Dead bodies, saw it, not just one, we all in
We promote the violence, with killers I'm tied in
With murderers I'm locked in
Kill for kill, can't stop it
Man just caught up, dying in jail, but we still riding
For so long I been surviving
It was times I feel no love, no, can't lie, felt so adopted
Adapted to the streets when I left before school, never dreamed of college
Drug dealing, robbing, homicides, violence, murder, man, I'm violent
For the bros I'm forever riding, don't speak on wax, stay silent
I swear on us, we moving in silence, murder for hire, we hiring
They buy souls, we buying

Demons walking, nighttime they calling
Dead bodies, saw it, not just one, we all in
We promote the violence, with killers I'm tied in
With murderers I'm locked in